I'm afraid I can't hide my ability

Chapter 76 The Fourth Kind of People
"can."

Hu Yan nodded slightly.

"okay."

"Brother Hu, wait a moment..."

Qian Zonglai put away all these things on the coffee table, and then began to put his favorite collection up one by one.

After a while, the coffee table was full, most of which were porcelain, followed by emeralds, jade, handles, and two paintings by famous artists.

Generally speaking, Qian Zonglai's collection is very mixed, he has almost everything. In fact, he belongs to the typical collector who joins in the fun. To put it bluntly, there is no place to put money. Most people with money play this kind of thing, if they don't make some collections, it seems that they are not strong enough.

However, after seeing the collections that Qian Zonglai put on the table, Hu Yan's brows were twisted into twists. The situation of this table is slightly better than the previous table, but there are only four or five pieces of these more than 20 items. It's genuine, everything else is new.

"Brother Hu, hold your eyes."

After handling these objects, Qian Zonglai sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

"Ah."

Hu Yan nodded, and picked up the most representative object "Xuande Chongtian Ear Incense Burner", which is one of the many Xuande burners.

Xuande stove is the most famous "incense burner brand" in history, and it is the dream object of every collector. However, because Xuande stove is so famous, there are many imitations.

"Mr. Qian, how much did you pay for this Xuande Chongtian Ear Incense Burner?"

Hu Yan asked while looking at the incense burner.

"It seems to be two hundred..."

Qian Zonglai stretched out two fingers, but his face showed a worried look: "Is there something wrong with this incense burner?"

The two hundred mentioned by Qian Zonglai is of course not 200 yuan. Generally, when saying numbers like this in antique shops, the word "ten thousand" is omitted at the end.

In other words, Qian Zonglai spent 200 million yuan to collect this Xuande Chongtian Ear Incense Burner.

After hearing the price, Hu Yan really couldn't bear to tell him the truth, because this incense burner is a new product, and it won't be more than ten years old.

Hu Yan sighed, put the incense burner aside, and then picked up an exquisite blue and white porcelain vase.

"Where is this blue and white bottle with big ears?"

Hu Yan asked again.

"eighty."

Qian Zonglai thought about it for a while, then pointed to Hu Yan's censer and asked, "Brother Hu, what's the matter with this censer? I asked someone to look at it before, and he said it's fine."

"Want to hear the truth?"

Hu Yan looked at Qian Zonglai.

"Of course, Brother Hu, I invite you here today because I want to hear the truth." Qian Zonglai said sincerely.

"Qian is always in the jewelry business, so, may I ask what kind of clients Qian likes most?" Hu Yan asked while sipping tea.

"Uh?"

Qian Zonglai was slightly startled, because this question has nothing to do with antiques.

However, since Hu Yan asked this question, he thought for a while and replied: "Of course it's those local tyrants, rich people."

"Especially, those rich people who seem to understand but don't understand!"

Qian Zonglai added another sentence.

Hearing this, Hu Yan couldn't help laughing, and said, "Then Qian always thinks what kind of people do antique sellers or scammers like the most?"

"This……?"

Qian Zonglai's complexion changed slightly, and he said with a wry smile: "People like me who understand half-understand and have enough financial strength."

"correct."

Hu Yan nodded, and said: "The market for antiques is said to be very large, and it is said to be small and very small. There are basically four types of people who play antiques, one is a true love, and the other is that they want to make a fortune from this. , there is another kind in between, there is an element of love, and you want to change hands to make money, and there is another kind, in fact, you don’t love antiques so much, but you have plenty of money in your pocket, and friends or friends around you I've been playing more or less, so I got into the circle in a daze, I feel that playing antiques is very cool, and it's also unique to spend a few million to buy something..."

"Qian always thinks you are that kind?" Hu Yan asked with a smile.

"Number one, the fourth one??" Qian Zonglai looked a little embarrassed, because, the nonsense analysis is correct, he belongs to the fourth category.

Hu Yan nodded, and said: "Of the four types of people who are interested in antiques, the second and fourth types are the best at cheating. The second type wants to make a fortune by picking up leaks, and they are often fooled by scams, especially those who are new to the industry. Newcomers who are not long ago are especially prone to 'stepping on thunder'. However, although the second type of people are easy to deceive, they will not be able to deceive much money after all, because this type of people wants to make a fortune from antiques, and they themselves are not particularly rich. , otherwise, they would not be able to put their minds on antiques."

"So, in fact, for those scammers in the antique shop, the fourth type of people is the best target for their transactions. They are rich and easy to cheat. I don’t even know how to say it outside, so I don’t even have any worries after cheating on such a person..."

Listening to Nonsense's analysis, both Qian Zonglai and Wu Yaozong felt the same way, because both of them belonged to the fourth type of people. Just like what Nonsense just said, sometimes they received a fake thing, and even their nearest friends I won't say it because it's embarrassing!

Not bad for money, but also need face, but also force style, and half-knowledge about antiques...

Both Qian Zonglai and Wu Yaozong agreed to these conditions.

"Speaking of this, I want to say that people like Mr. Qian and Mr. Wu are the favorites of those scammers in the antique circle. There are countless people lurking around you, looking for opportunities to recommend you various good goods, Open door goods, panic goods, parallel goods, ghost goods..."

"Anyway, any channel will be pushed in front of you and let you choose. In this case, even if you are careful, [-]% of the things you receive will be new or fake."

Hu Yan spread his hands regretfully.

"So, this Xuande Chongtian Ear Incense Burner is also a fake?"

Qian Zonglai asked with a mournful face.

"Anyway, I'm not optimistic about it, but maybe I'm wrong..." Nonsense said.

"Ugh……"

Qian Zonglai shook his head with a sigh. Usually, he was always complacent when looking at the collections in the room. He had received so many good things.

Occasionally, when friends come to the house, they will lead the collection room to appreciate it.

It's just that most of Qian Zonglai's friends are the same as him. They have half-understanding and half-knowledge about antiques, and they can't see anything at all.

What's more, Qian Zonglai's house is full of objects, many of which are high-quality imitations, not to mention people who don't know much about it, even big experts may not be able to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

If Hu Yan hadn't brought his own "plug-in", he would have been stunned.

"How about this, Brother Hu, take out the ones you think are genuine..."

Qian Zonglai thought for a while and said.

"alright."

Hu Yan nodded, and pretended to scan everything on the coffee table, then picked out five things and put them aside.

"These things look more pleasing to the eye."

Hu Yan said calmly.

"Only these five?"

Qian Zonglai is already about to cry. Although he is not short of money, all the works he placed on the coffee table at the moment are his favorite works, and each piece is worth a lot of money. In this way, only five pieces are authentic, and his loss may be hundreds of millions.

"I'm only optimistic about these five items." Hu Yan spread his hands lightly.

"All right……"

Qian Zonglai sighed again depressed.

"However, Mr. Qian doesn't have to be too pessimistic. Antique appreciation is a tricky thing, and everyone's eyesight is different. Maybe I'm wrong. If you have a chance, you can find some experts with real skills. have a look."

Seeing that Qian Zonglai was depressed, Hu Yan offered another word of comfort.

"Um……"

Qian Zonglai nodded. Although he believed in nonsense, he was still a little bit unwilling to say that so many things were fakes, and he was already thinking about finding someone to take a closer look at them later.

"Old money, take these things from you and go to my house!"

Wu Yaozong couldn't wait a long time ago, now, seeing that Hu Yan had finally finished watching Qian Zonglai's stuff, he said immediately.

"Alright."

Hu Yan nodded.

And just when the three of them were about to get up and leave, a young man walked in from the outside: "Second Uncle, I found some good things, please help me to see..."

The man looked two or three years older than Hu Yan, but he was not tall, about 170, and his body was slightly fat.

"Yo, Uncle Wu is here too!"

The man nodded at Wu Yaozong, then his eyes fell on Hu Yan, and he asked doubtfully, "Second Uncle, who is this little brother?"

"My name is Hu Yan, and I'm a friend of Mr. Qian and Mr. Wu."

Hu Yan introduced himself directly.

"Oh, hello, my name is Qian Dapeng." The man grinned at Hu Yan, and then said to Qian Zong: "Second Uncle, let's go up, people are waiting in the living room, help me see... "

This antique storage room is on the basement floor, so Qian Dapeng said to go up.

"Let me help you see..."

Qian Zong shook his head mockingly. Since he has collected so many things, in the eyes of people around him, he has collected everyone, so he likes to show him something.

However, after being hit by nonsense just now, he has no confidence at all. He always pretends to be a collector, but in fact, he is just a "fat sheep" in the eyes of antique swindlers.

"You're lucky, brother Hu is here just in time, so I can help you take a look." Qian Zonglai said, looked at Hu Yan and asked: "Brother Hu, go up and give Dapeng a real look."

"Ok."

Hu Yan nodded.

Seeing this, Qian Dapeng on the side was a little confused, because Hu Yan looked younger than him, but his second uncle Qian Zonglai was so polite to him.

"Brother Hu, do you understand antiques?" Qian Dapeng asked curiously.

"I don't understand it, but I know a thing or two." Hu Yan smiled.

"Brother Hu, don't be humble. If you know a thing or two at your level, wouldn't those so-called experts be worthless..."

Qian Zonglai said with emotion.

"Uh……"

Hu Yan frowned slightly in embarrassment, not for any other reason, but mainly because the uncle and nephew both called him "Brother Hu", which made him feel weird.

"Mr. Qian, you can just call me Xiao Hu." Hu Yan said.

"That's okay, I have to call you Mr. Hu..."

"Don't!" Hu Yan shook his head resolutely, and joked: "It's not a good word for the teacher to be messed up by some people now..."

"Okay, call it whatever you want."

Qian Zonglai no longer continued to entangle with nonsense about the address, and a group of people walked from the negative floor to the living room on the first floor.

At this moment, a black-faced man in his 30s was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Seeing Qian Zonglai and others coming to the living room, he quickly stood up.

"Presumably this is Mr. Qian."

The black-faced man's eyes fell on Qian Zonglai, and he greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Well, let's sit down and talk."

Qian Zonglai waved his hand lightly, and everyone immediately sat around the coffee table.

"Mr. Qian, my name is Huang Wei, and I'm having dinner at Hengyang Antique Store..."

The black-faced man introduced himself, Hengyang Antique Shop is in Jiangcheng Antique City, and people who often visit the Antique City know it.

"Ah."

Qian Zonglai nodded and asked, "Dapeng said, you have a few things here, let's take a look."

"okay."

Huang Wei responded, and first took out a small black velvet pocket from his coat pocket. After opening it, there was a jade "long tube" inside.

"Everyone, please keep your eyes open."

Huang Wei put the long tube on the coffee table, and then made a gesture of invitation to everyone.

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(End of this chapter)